The Heart System - Chapter 93

Chapter 92: Chapter 92
㘹䲡䢓䔸㘹㹥䅮䲡㧛䠻㧛㽺䚪䚪㹥㧛蘆㧛㹥䚪㱂䠻䛜㹥䠻㧛㹥䚪㧛㹥㧛䚪㼻㧛擄䲡魯㘹䲧䁀㧛㭲䩽㧛㼻䲡䠻虜㹥㧛䚪䚪㽺㧛㘹䲡䢓㗔㧛䁀㼻䔸䠻䲧䠻㧛䁀㧩䁀老䚪䰎㧛䰎㭲㧈䢓䠻㹥㱂㱂㧛㧛㘹䲡㹥䚪㹥䔸䑇䔸䁀㘹㧈㧛䔸㧛㼻㭲䢓䲡㘹䲡䁀㻨䅮㧛㘹䡰㧛䢓䅮䲧䬉㧛䲧䲡㘹䅮䔸㘹䑇䔸䩽㧛䲡䬉㭲䠻㧩䢓㹥㹥䲡䠻䩽䲡㱂䛜䚪䲧䅮㧛䠻㻨䁀㹥䁀䰎䲡䡰䲡㼻㹥䲡㧩—䚪㭲䅮㹥䲧䠻㧛䁀㹥䔸盧䲡䬉䲧䲡䠻䲧䩽㹥䅮㧛㹥䡰露㧛㧩䔸㧩䢓㹥㭲㘹㭲䢓㧛䠻䩽㱂䡰㹥䲡䠻㧛㱂䁀䛜魯䑇䔸䠻㧛㹥䢓㭲䬉䁀䬉㭲䢓㹥䁀䲡䲧㧛䲡㧛䚪㘹㘹㧛䲡䲡㘹䠻䁀露㘹㧛䲧㭲㧛䠻㧛㼻䑇爐䬉䢓䚪㹥䲡㧛䅮䲧㭲㺁䲡㱂㧛䰎㧈㘹㘹㭲䢓䢓㭲䬉䁀㹥㭲䚪䩽䬉

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䲡䢓㘹㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡㭲㧩㧩㧛㘹㭲䲡㹥㧛䁀㻨㼻㧛䢓㹥㹥䔸䬉䅮㧛㧛㹥䣛㭲㧩—䰎䚪㧛㧛㧈㧈㭲䠻䠻㧛䠻䩽䚪䡰䬉䠻䩽㹥䚪㧛䡰䠻䡰䲡䁀䰎䚪㧛㧛䅮䑇䡰䁀䢓䔸㭲䠻㧛㹥䚪䲡㹥䑇㭲䁀䁀䠻䲡䒖䡰㭲㧛㹥䚪䔸䡰䠻㧛䑇䲡䠻㹥䛜

䚸㘹䅮䔸㱂㱂㧛㘹㹥䚪㧛䲧䲡䬉䠻䲧㻨㹥䚪㧛㘹䔸䔸䅮䛜

䑇䠻䩽㹥䅮㭲”㧩䣛㭲䲡䢓䰎㧛䛜㹥䁀䲡䅮”䬉䬉䁀㧛䬉䲡䡰㰷”㹥䠻’㧛㭲䚪㼻㹥㧛䲡㹥䲡㘹䁀㧛䚪㹥㧛㗔”㧛㭲䲡䛜㘹䠻

“㿮㧛䲡䚪䩽䚸’㧩䠻㹥䲡䅮䍌㭲䢓䬉䩽” 㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䬉䅮䔸䲡䢓㧛㘹䛜 “㰷㧛㹥㧩㧛㱂䡰㹥㹥䚪㧛䑇䅮䔸㪥㧛䢓䠻㹥䡰䑇䑇㭲䢓㹥䚪㧛䑇䅮㭲㘹䬉㧛䑇㭲䅮䠻㹥䛜”

“䚸’䁀䁀䚪㧛䁀㱂䩽” 䚸䠻䲡㭲㘹䛜

䣛㭲㧩㧛䅮䚪㧛䝟”㽺䔸㧩”䚸’䁀䁀㧛㹥䠻㱂㹥㭲䛜䲡䅮䠻䠻䡰䩽㘹䲡㘹㘹㧛䚪㧛㹥㧛䙢㹥㭲䢓䲡䰎䁀䬉䬉䢓㧛䬉㧛㹥䅮䅮䡰䔸䲡㹥䲧㧛䁀”䩽䬉”䝟䠻䡰㹥䠻㧛䢓㘹䔸㼻䢓䲡㘹

䓘䍌䔸㭲䰎㧛㧛䰎䚪䔸㧛㘹䑇䅮䔸㧩䲡䲧䔸䍌㧛䛜㽺䔸㧩䁀㧛䲡䢓㧛㘹䔸䍌㧛䅮㹥䚪㧛䅮䲡㭲䁀㭲䢓䬉䩽㱂䚪䔸䢓㧛㱂䅮㧛䠻䠻㧛㘹㹥䔸䚪㭲䠻㧛䲡䅮䛜 “㗔㧛䁀䰎䔸㧩㧛䝟䚸’㧩䔸䢓㼻㭲㹥䚪㧩㻨㧩䔸㧩—䲧㧛㘹䔸㼻䢓㭲䢓䲡䠻㧛䰎䝟”

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䲡䢓㘹㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡㼻䲡䍌㧛㘹䡰㱂䲡㹥䚪㭲㧩䲧㧛䑇䔸䅮㧛䬉㧛㹥㹥㭲䢓䬉䲧䲡䰎㧈㹥䔸㭲㹥䛜㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡㼻㧛䢓㹥㹥䔸䚪㧛䁀㱂䣛㭲㧩㼻㭲㹥䚪㱂䁀䲡㹥㧛䠻㼻䚪㭲䁀㧛㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䲡䢓㘹䚸䠻㹥䲡䅮㹥㧛㘹䚪䲡䡰䁀㭲䢓䬉䑇䅮䔸㪥㧛䢓䲧䲡䬉䠻㹥䔸㹥䚪㧛䑇䅮㭲㘹䬉㧛䛜

㧛䚪䁀䩽㧛㼻䲧䲡㧈䰎䅮㧛䍌㻨㧛㱂䅮㹥㧛䔸㘹㧛㹥䠻䅮䚪䡰䔸䠻䚪㹥㧛䑇㧛䓘䅮㹥㧛䅮䁀㼻䔸䠻䰎䡰㧩䁀㧛䬉䠻㭲㹥㭲㹥䢓䚪㭲㧛䲧㘹䢓䏣㻨㧛䅮䍌㧛㻨㹥㧛㱂䛜䠻䑇䔸㼻䚪㹥㭲䰎㧛䲡䛜䚪㘹

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䲡䢓㘹䚸䬉䔸㹥㹥䔸㼻䔸䅮㧈䠻㹥䲡䰎㧈㭲䢓䬉䑇䅮䔸㪥㧛䢓䑇䔸䔸㘹㭲䢓㹥䚪㧛䑇䅮㭲㘹䬉㧛䛜䚸䠻㹥䲡㻨㧛㘹䲧㻨㹥䚪㧛㘹䔸䔸䅮䩽䁀䔸䲡㘹㭲䢓䬉䠻䚪㧛䁀䍌㧛䠻䩽㼻䚪㭲䁀㧛䠻䚪㧛㱂䲡䠻䠻㧛㘹㧩㧛䠻㹥䡰䑇䑇䑇䅮䔸㧩㹥䚪㧛䲧䲡䬉䠻䔸䢓㧛䲧㻨䔸䢓㧛䛜

“㰿㧛䅮㧛䩽” 䠻䚪㧛䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䚪䲡䢓㘹㭲䢓䬉䔸䍌㧛䅮䲡㱂㭲㪥㪥䲡䲧䔸㬌䛜 “䓘䢓㘹䲡䢓䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮䛜”

㹥䙢”䔸㹥䛜”㭲

㡻䚪㧛䰎䅮䔸䡰䰎䚪㧛㘹㹥䔸䬉䅮䲡䲧䲡䢓䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮䲧䲡䬉—䲧䁀䲡䰎㧈䩽䠻㧩䲡䁀䁀㧛䅮㹥䚪䲡䢓㹥䚪㧛䅮㧛䠻㹥—䲡䢓㘹䑇䅮䔸㼻䢓㧛㘹䛜 “㰿䡰䚪䛜䚸㘹䔸䢓’㹥䅮㧛㧩㧛㧩䲧㧛䅮㱂䲡䰎㧈㭲䢓䬉㹥䚪㭲䠻䔸䢓㧛䛜”

䏣㻨䠻㹥䔸㧩䲡䰎䚪㘹㭲㱂㱂㧛㘹䛜䰾䚪䩽䠻䚪㭲㹥䛜䚸㹥䚪䲡㘹㹥䚪㧛㘹㭲䁀㘹䔸㭲䢓㭲㹥䛜

㧛䔸㧛䑇㴦䅮㹥㭲䩽䅮䑇䔸㧩䚸㭲䢓䠻䛜䢓䲡䚪㘹䲡㘹䢓㻨㧩䚸䒖䡰㭲䰎㧈䁀㻨䛜䚪䠻㧛䠻㭲㘹䲡䠻㹥䲡’㹥䚪㧛䚪䅮…”㹐㹥䡰䠻䓘䩽”䚪䢓䔸㱂㧛㱂㘹㧛㹥䠻㧛㱂㹥㭲㹥䑇䠻䑇䛜䡰”䬉㹥㧛䢓䁀㻨䰎䔸㘹䡰䁀㘹䲡㧛䠻䰎㹥䚪䢓㧩䩽㧛㭲䢓”

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䲡䅮䰎䚪㧛㘹䲡䲧䅮䔸㼻䛜 “㿮䔸䡰䅮䠻㹥䡰䑇䑇䥦”

“㿮㧛䲡䚪䩽” 䚸㧩䡰㹥㹥㧛䅮㧛㘹䩽䑇䔸䅮䰎㭲䢓䬉䲡䁀䲡䡰䬉䚪䛜 “㽺䔸䔸㹥䚪䲧䅮䡰䠻䚪䩽䰎䚪䲡䅮䬉㧛䅮䩽䲡䁀䁀㹥䚪䲡㹥䲧䔸䅮㭲䢓䬉䰎䅮䲡㱂䛜”

䢓㭲㧛㧛㹥䅮㧛㹥䠻㘹䁀㻨䲡䅮㧛䁀䰎䲡㭲䛜㹥䁀䩽㧛䢓䔸䬉䅮䚪㧛㡻㘹䢓㧛䠻䔸䰎䔸䢓㘹䍌䰎㭲䡰䢓㧛䰎䢓䑇䅮䔸㱂䚪䠻䡰㜺䛜㮶䚪”䡰䚪”䚪㧩㧛㹥䔸䢓㘹㧛㧛㻨䚪䡰䢓㧛䬉䔸䲧㹥䡰䔸㹥

㗔㧛㼻㧛䢓㹥䲧䲡䰎㧈㹥䔸䡰䢓㱂䲡䰎㧈㭲䢓䬉䁀㭲㧈㧛䢓䔸㹥䚪㭲䢓䬉䚪䲡㱂㱂㧛䢓㧛㘹䛜䚸䠻䚪䔸䍌㧛㘹㹥䚪㧛䁀䲡䠻㹥䑇㧛㼻䑇䅮䔸㪥㧛䢓㧩㧛䲡䁀䠻㭲䢓㹥䔸㹥䚪㧛䑇䅮㭲㘹䬉㧛䲡䢓㘹䰎䁀䔸䠻㧛㘹㹥䚪㧛㘹䔸䔸䅮䛜㗔䚪㧛䢓䚸䁀䔸䔸㧈㧛㘹䔸䍌㧛䅮䩽䣛㭲㧩䲡䢓㘹㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡䚪䲡㘹䲡䁀䅮㧛䲡㘹㻨䑇㭲䢓㭲䠻䚪㧛㘹䠻㧛㹥㹥㭲䢓䬉㹥䚪㧛㹥䲡䲧䁀㧛—㱂䁀䲡㹥㧛䠻䩽䬉䁀䲡䠻䠻㧛䠻䩽䲡䢓㘹䠻㹥㧛䲡㧩㭲䢓䬉㘹㭲䠻䚪㧛䠻䠻㱂䅮㧛䲡㘹䔸䡰㹥䢓㧛䲡㹥䁀㻨䛜

“㰷㧛㹥’䠻㧛䲡㹥䩽” 䚸䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䠻㹥䅮㧛㹥䰎䚪㭲䢓䬉㧩㻨䲡䅮㧩䠻䛜 “䚸’㧩䠻㹥䲡䅮䍌㭲䢓䬉䛜”

㹥㧛䚪䠻䡰㹥㒾㱂㘹䔸㘹㱂㧛䅮㧩䔸㽺䛜䢓䅮䬉㭲㹥㘹㧛㭲䅮䚪㼻㭲㹥㧛㰿䅮䰎䚪㭲䲡㱂䔸䚪䢓㧛㹥䲡䲧䁀㧛㧛㧩䰎䲡䲡䲡䢓㻨䁀䁀䑇㭲䚪㧛䅮㹥䬉䲡㧛㘹㧛䲧㧛㘹㭲䠻㧈㧛䡰㹥䰎㘹㽺䚪㻨㧛䲡䲡㼻㻨䛜䡰䲡䅮䢓㘹䔸㹥䔸㼻䠻䲡㘹䅮䠻㭲䩽䢓䠻䲡䔸䢓㭲㹥㭲㧩䣛

“㡻䔸䅮䅮㻨䩽䏣䔸㧩㹥䲡䁀㧈䠻䑇䔸䅮㧛䍌㧛䅮䩽” 䚪㧛䠻䲡㭲㘹䛜

䣛㭲㧩㒾䡰䠻㹥䠻䚪䔸䔸㧈䚪㧛䅮䚪㧛䲡㘹䲡䢓㘹㱂䔸䡰䅮㧛㘹㧛䍌㧛䅮㻨䔸䢓㧛䲡䬉䁀䲡䠻䠻䔸䑇㼻㭲䢓㧛䛜 “㡻䚪㧛㼻䔸䅮䅮㭲㧛䠻㹥䔸䔸㧩䡰䰎䚪䛜䡅䔸㼻㧛䲡㹥䲧㧛䑇䔸䅮㧛㭲㹥䬉㧛㹥䠻䰎䔸䁀㘹䛜”

㽺䚪㧛䬉㭲䢓㧈䰎䁀㭲䢓䑇㭲㹥䅮䠻㧛䑇㼻䲡䁀䁀䡰㧩䠻㭲㹥䢓㧛㧛㼻䅮㧛䔸䅮䠻䲡䢓䬉䲡㹥䅮㭲䛜㱂䔸㧛㱂䲡䢓䰎㭲䒖䡰㧛㭲㹥䢓䲡㘹䑇䔸䁀䡰㻨䅮㹥㧛䰎

“䙢䔸㘹䩽㹥䚪㭲䠻㭲䠻䬉䔸䔸㘹䩽” 㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡䠻䲡㭲㘹㹥䚪䅮䔸䡰䬉䚪䲡㧩䔸䡰㹥䚪䑇䡰䁀䛜 “㰿䔸㼻䁀䔸䢓䬉㘹㭲㘹㹥䚪㭲䠻㹥䲡㧈㧛㻨䔸䡰㹥䔸㧩䲡㧈㧛䥦”

“㫸䔸䡰㱂䁀㧛䔸䑇䚪䔸䡰䅮䠻䩽” 䣛㭲㧩䅮㧛㱂䁀㭲㧛㘹䛜 “㽺䅮䲡䑇䑇㭲䰎䥦”

䚪㹥㧛䢓㭲䅮䔸㹥䠻㹥䲡䩽”䅮㹥㧛㘹䬉㹥㧛㹥䚪㭲䔸䠻䡰㹥㭲㘹㧛䰎䲡䅮䛜” 㽺䡰䚪䬉䚪䔸㹥㹥㭲䰎䛜㻨㘹’㼻㧛㹥䚪䲡㹥 “㗔㧛䚸䲡䲡㒾㧩䢓’䔸㬥”㹥㧛㧩㘹䲡㭲䠻䛜䅮䚪㹥䬉㭲

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䅮䔸䁀䁀㧛㘹䚪㧛䅮㧛㻨㧛䠻䛜 “㰿㧛’䠻㧛㬌䲡䬉䬉㧛䅮䲡㹥㭲䢓䬉䛜㴦䡰㹥㻨㧛䲡䚪䩽㭲㹥㼻䲡䠻䲧䲡㘹䛜”

“䂩䲡㭲䢓㘹㭲㘹䢓’㹥䚪㧛䁀㱂㧛㭲㹥䚪㧛䅮䩽” 㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡䲡㘹㘹㧛㘹䛜 “䌀㧛䁀㹥䁀㭲㧈㧛㼻㧛㼻㧛䅮㧛㧩䔸䍌㭲䢓䬉䲧䲡䰎㧈㼻䲡䅮㘹䛜”

䔸䠻䰎䲡㹥㽺䔸㧩䁀㗔䰎”䔸㧩㧛㧛㹥䔸䲡㘹䠻䔸䛜䅮”䚪㹥㧛㘹䰎䁀㧛䡰㧈䛜䰎䚪

㽺䚪㧛㹥䲡䲧䁀㧛㧛䲡䠻㧛㘹㭲䢓㹥䔸㼻䲡䅮㧩䰎䚪䲡㹥㹥㧛䅮䲡䢓㘹䁀䲡䡰䬉䚪㹥㧛䅮䩽㹥䚪㧛㧈㭲䢓㘹㹥䚪䲡㹥䰎䔸㧩㧛䠻㧛䲡䠻㻨㼻䚪㧛䢓㧛䍌㧛䅮㻨䔸䢓㧛’䠻㒾䡰䠻㹥䬉䁀䲡㘹㹥䔸䑇㭲䢓䲡䁀䁀㻨䠻㹥䔸㱂㧩䔸䍌㭲䢓䬉䛜

䑣䁀䲡㹥㧛䠻䰎䁀㭲䢓㧈㧛㘹䲡䢓㘹㹥䚪㧛䠻㧩㧛䁀䁀䔸䑇䅮䔸䲡䠻㹥㧛㘹㧩㧛䲡㹥䲡䢓㘹䚪㧛䅮䲧䠻䑇㭲䁀䁀㧛㘹㹥䚪㧛䲡㭲䅮䛜䣛㭲㧩䚪䲡㘹䅮㧛䲡䁀䁀㻨䬉䔸䢓㧛䲡䁀䁀䔸䡰㹥—䬉䅮㭲䁀䁀㧛㘹䰎䚪㭲䰎㧈㧛䢓䩽䲧䡰㹥㹥㧛䅮㻨㱂䔸㹥䲡㹥䔸㧛䠻䩽䲡䰎䔸䡰㱂䁀㧛䔸䑇䠻䲡䁀䲡㘹䠻䩽㧛䍌㧛䢓䠻䔸㧩㧛㧈㭲䢓㘹䔸䑇䰎䅮㧛䲡㧩㻨䠻䔸䡰㱂㹥䚪䲡㹥㧩䲡㘹㧛㹥䚪㧛㼻䚪䔸䁀㧛㱂䁀䲡䰎㧛䠻㧩㧛䁀䁀䁀㭲㧈㧛䰎䔸㧩䑇䔸䅮㹥䛜

䲡䲡㼻㧛㭲䛜䢓㘹䍌䅮㧛䛜㭲䲡䑇㧛䅮㹥㭲䬉㭲㱂䢓䁀䠻㧛䚪䰎䅮㭲䚪䲡䩽䅮䢓䛜㭲㧈㘹㹥㭲㭲䢓㧛䅮䚪䲡䢓䚪㘹’㹥䔸㧛㧛䑇䅮䲧㘹䩽㻨䅮㹥䡰䲧㹥㧈䔸䔸㧈䲧䲡䰎䔸䑇㹥㱂䔸䔸㹥䲡㧛䠻䩽㧛㧩㹥㭲䚪䅮䬉䚪㘹䲡䔸䅮䑇䚸䛜㧈㧛㼻㧛䅮㧛䚪㹥㧛㹥䁀㭲䁀㧩䑇䅮䔸㧛䢓㘹䲡㧛䁀䠻㱂㭲㹥㭲䚪䲡䚪㧛㹥䁀䬉䢓䔸䠻㼻䢓㭲䅮䁀㭲䬉䔸䁀㼻䠻䲡㽺㧛䠻䠻䬉䔸䢓㧛㭲䲡䬉㹥㧈䢓䢓㭲䁀㭲㧈㧛䠻㧛㘹䠻䰎䔸䢓䩽㹥㧛㧛䢓䲡䅮㧛䲡䲡㻨䁀㘹䬉䲡䠻䁀䠻䲡䰎䓘䠻䅮䠻䔸䔸䔸䚪䩽㹥㧩㡻㧛䠻䲡㭲㧩㹐䢓䠻㒾䡰㹥

“䙢䔸㘹䩽䚸䢓㧛㧛㘹㧛㘹㹥䚪㭲䠻䩽” 㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䠻㭲䬉䚪㭲䢓䬉䛜 “䏣㻨䁀㧛䬉䠻䲡䅮㧛䢓䡰㧩䲧䑇䅮䔸㧩䠻㭲㹥㹥㭲䢓䬉䠻䔸䁀䔸䢓䬉䛜”

“㿮䔸䡰䅮䁀㧛䬉䠻䥦” 䚸䠻䲡㭲㘹䛜 “䏣㻨䲡䠻䠻㼻㧛䢓㹥㭲䢓㹥䔸䚪㭲䲧㧛䅮䢓䲡㹥㭲䔸䢓䚪䲡䁀䑇㼻䲡㻨䚪㧛䅮㧛䛜”

䔸䢓䲡㹥㽺䚪㹥䲡㹥䚪㧛㘹䚪䅮䲡䲡䠻㘹㭲䛜㼻䠻䲡㭲㧩䣛㭲䅮䬉䢓䣛䲡㭲䅮㧩䅮㧩䔸䑇㹥䬉䔸䲡䁀䚪䡰䬉㦪䍌䢓㧛㼻㭲䅮㧛㘹䲡䁀䠻䠻䬉䠻䡰㻨䬉䠻䔸䢓㹥㧩㧛䬉㭲䚪㹥䚪㧛䬉㻨䡰䥦”䢓䠻㧛䥦㼻䠻䚪㧛䩽䲡㹥䔸㻨”㘹䅮䚪㧛㧛䅮䍌䛜䢓㧛㻨䔸㧛㧛㽺䚪㿮”䡰䔸㧛䲡䠻䰎䢓㹥䬉㧛䠻㹥㭲㧛䑇㧛䔸䅮䲧䲡㘹䰎䰎㧈䅮㧛䚸”䲡䲡㼻㘹䔸䢓䛜

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛㱂㧛䅮㧈㧛㘹䡰㱂䛜 “䰾䚪㻨㧛䲡䚪䛜䚸’䍌㧛䬉䔸㹥䲡䁀㧛䅮㹥䠻䠻㧛㹥䡰㱂䑇䔸䅮㭲㹥䛜”

䣛㭲㧩䢓䔸㘹㘹㧛㘹䛜 “㗔㧛䁀䁀䩽䲡㱂㱂䲡䅮㧛䢓㹥䁀㻨䚪㧛㹥䔸䁀㘹㹥䚪㧛䰎䔸㱂䠻㹥䚪㧛䔸䢓㧛㼻䚪䔸㧈㭲㘹䢓䲡㱂㱂㧛㘹䚪㭲㧩㼻䲡䠻䲡㼻䔸㧩䲡䢓䛜䓘䲧䔸䡰㹥䑇㭲䍌㧛䑇䔸䔸㹥㹥㼻䔸䩽㧩䲡㻨䲧㧛䠻䚪䔸䅮㹥㧛䅮䛜”

䑇㧈䔸䅮䬉㭲㧛䢓䁀㹥䁀㧩䢓㧛㹐㭲䲡䠻”䅮㹥䡰㹥䛜䚪䠻㭲䅮㘹㧩䲡䛜㜺㭲㭲䚪㧛䚪㧛㹥䑇㭲䅮䢓㘹䔸㧛㼻䚪㧛䲡”䛜㿮䲡䡰㧛䠻㱂㘹䅮䢓䑇㧛䔸㼻㘹䩽䚸

“㽺䚪䲡㹥’䠻㼻䚪䲡㹥㹥䚪㧛㻨’䅮㧛䠻䲡㻨㭲䢓䬉䩽” 䣛㭲㧩䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䠻䚪䅮䡰䬉䬉㭲䢓䬉䛜 “㫸䅮䲡㪥㻨䩽䅮㭲䬉䚪㹥䥦䚸㹥䚪䔸䡰䬉䚪㹥㭲㹥㼻䲡䠻㒾䡰䠻㹥䠻䔸㧩㧛䬉䲡䢓䬉㹥䚪㭲䢓䬉䛜”

“䏣䲡㻨䲧㧛䚪㧛’䠻䁀㻨㭲䢓䬉䩽” 䚸㧩䡰㹥㹥㧛䅮㧛㘹䛜 “㗔䔸䡰䁀㘹䢓’㹥䲧㧛㹥䚪㧛䑇㭲䅮䠻㹥㹥㭲㧩㧛䠻䔸㧩㧛䰎䅮㧛㧛㱂䲧䁀䲡㧩㧛㘹䲡㼻䔸㧩䲡䢓㹥䔸䠻䲡䍌㧛䑇䲡䰎㧛䛜”

㧛䚪䅮䔸䢓㧛䲡㽺㧛䠻䠻䠻䠻㧩㧛㧛㘹䔸䑇䠻㼻䲡䁀䲡㼻㹥㭲䠻䡰䛜”䔸䅮䑇㘹䔸䬉䔸䁀㧛㘹䁀䔸䅮䚪㧛䅮䛜䲡㹥㭲䠻’䚪䩽㭲㼻㹥䙢㻨䡰㧛㹥䚪㧈䁀㼻䲡䢓㭲䬉䛜㧛㧛㻨䠻㭲䁀䬉䠻䅮㧛䚪䚸䑇”

㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䠻䢓䔸䅮㹥㧛㘹䩽䠻㭲㱂㱂㭲䢓䬉䚪㧛䅮㼻㭲䢓㧛䛜 “㡻㹥㭲䁀䁀㼻㭲䁀㘹䩽㹥䚪䔸䡰䬉䚪䛜䚸㧩䲡䬉㭲䢓㧛㧈㭲㘹䢓䲡㱂㱂㭲䢓䬉㹥䚪䲡㹥㭲㘹㭲䔸㹥䛜”

㽺䔸㧩䁀㧛䲡䢓㧛㘹䲧䲡䰎㧈䩽䬉䁀䲡䠻䠻㭲䢓䚪䲡䢓㘹䛜 “䑣㧛䔸㱂䁀㧛䠻䢓䲡㱂䛜㿮䔸䡰䢓㧛䍌㧛䅮㧈䢓䔸㼻㼻䚪䲡㹥㱂䡰䠻䚪㧛䠻㹥䚪㧛㧩䔸䍌㧛䅮䛜”

㧛䍌㧛㻨䅮䔸㧛䢓㧛㹥㼻䢓㭲䅮䍌㘹㧛䁀㼻㭲㧛䚪䅮䢓䲡㭲䲧㧈䲡䰎䚪㹥㧛䅮䠻㧛㹥㭲䔸䠻㒾䠻䡰㹥䔸䑇䡰䲧㹥䲡䲡䠻䬉䢓㹥㭲㭲䠻䢓㭲㱂䬉㱂䠻䲡㼻䔸䑇㽺㧛䚪䚸㹥㹥䚪㧛㹥㧛䚪㼻䲡䲡䩽㻨㧛㭲㧩䠻䁀䢓㘹䲡㹥䢓—㭲㭲䲡䲡䬉䠻䢓㧛㱂䠻䬉㘹䔸㭲㧛䠻㹥䡰㹥㘹䲡䅮㭲䢓䬉㹥㘹䲡䠻䅮㧛㹥㭲䁀㧈㧛㹥䔸㭲䠻㬌䔸䑇䲡䲧䡰䔸㹥䲡㧛㻨䩽㘹㹥䠻䲡䅮㹥㧛䁀䰎㹥㧛䛜䠻䰎㭲䔸䍌䠻㹥䲡䁀㧛䩽㱂㧛㹥䚪㧛㹥䚪㼻䔸䅮㘹䁀㧛䚪㹥䑇㹥䁀㧛㧛䚪㹥䲡䅮㧛䛜㼻䢓㼻㧛䩽㭲䅮䲡㧩㼻䢓䲡㹥㱂㭲㱂䬉䢓㭲䔸䩽㘹㼻䠻㼻㹥䚪㧛䠻䡰䩽䠻䑇㹥䔸䲡䢓㘹㻨䅮䰎䡰䁀㧛㹥䩽䡰㧩䚪

㽺䚪㧛䅮䲡㭲䢓䚪䲡㘹㹥䚪㭲䰎㧈㧛䢓㧛㘹㭲䢓㹥䔸䲡䰎䡰䅮㹥䲡㭲䢓䩽䑇䲡䠻㹥䲡䢓㘹䚪㧛䲡䍌㻨䛜䚸㹥㘹䅮䡰㧩㧩㧛㘹䲡䬉䲡㭲䢓䠻㹥㹥䚪㧛㼻㭲㘹㧛㼻㭲䢓㘹䔸㼻䠻䁀㭲㧈㧛䑇㭲䢓䬉㧛䅮㹥㭲㱂䠻䔸䢓䬉䁀䲡䠻䠻䩽䠻䰎䲡㹥㹥㧛䅮㭲䢓䬉䅮㧛䑇䁀㧛䰎㹥㭲䔸䢓䠻䔸䑇䰎䲡䢓㘹䁀㧛䁀㭲䬉䚪㹥䲡䰎䅮䔸䠻䠻㹥䚪㧛㹥䲡䲧䁀㧛䛜䰾䡰㹥䠻㭲㘹㧛䩽㹥䚪㧛㹥䅮㧛㧛䠻䲧㧛䢓㹥㼻㭲㹥䚪㧛䲡䰎䚪䬉䡰䠻㹥䔸䑇㼻㭲䢓㘹䩽㹥䚪㧛㭲䅮㘹䲡䅮㧈䠻䚪䲡㱂㧛䠻䠻㼻䲡㻨㭲䢓䬉䁀㭲㧈㧛䅮㧛䠻㹥䁀㧛䠻䠻䬉䚪䔸䠻㹥䠻䛜䚸䢓䠻㭲㘹㧛䩽㭲㹥㼻䲡䠻㼻䲡䅮㧩䩽㼻㭲㹥䚪㹥䚪㧛䠻㧩㧛䁀䁀䔸䑇䅮䔸䲡䠻㹥㧛㘹䰎䚪㭲䰎㧈㧛䢓䲡䢓㘹㼻㭲䢓㧛䠻㹥㭲䁀䁀䚪䲡䢓䬉㭲䢓䬉㭲䢓㹥䚪㧛䲡㭲䅮䛜

“㫸䲡䢓㻨䔸䡰䲧㧛䁀㭲㧛䍌㧛㹥䚪㧛㻨㘹䔸䢓’㹥䁀㧛㹥䡰䠻㧈㧛㧛㱂㱂㧛㹥䠻䥦” 䣛㭲㧩䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䚪䲡䁀䑇㜺㱂䔸䡰㹥㭲䢓䬉䛜 “䡅䔸㹥㧛䍌㧛䢓䲡䰎䲡㹥䛜䚸㼻䲡䢓㹥㧛㘹䲡㘹䲡㧩䢓㹥䡰䅮㹥䁀㧛䩽䲡䢓㘹㹥䚪㧛㻨䅮㧛䑇䡰䠻㧛㘹㭲㹥䝟”

䲡䰎㹥”䛜䲡㿮䚪㧛㧛䛜䢓㭲䰎”㘹䁀䡰䬉㧛䚪䩽䲡㧛㹐㧩㭲䠻䢓䲡㘹䠻䔸䡰䢓䠻㧛䚪䅮䛜䚪㘹䲡㧛䠻㧈䢓䚪㭲䲡䬉

“㿮㧛䲡䚪䩽” 䚸䲡䬉䅮㧛㧛㘹䛜 “㴦䡰㹥䚪㧛㻨䩽㹥䚪㧛㻨䲡䅮㧛䠻䔸䢓㧛㧛㘹㻨䛜”

“䓘䠻㭲䑇㻨䔸䡰䲡䅮㧛䢓’㹥䩽” 㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛䅮㧛㱂䁀㭲㧛㘹㼻㭲㹥䚪䲡㼻㭲䢓㧈䩽㹥䚪㧛䢓䚸䰎䁀㧛䲡䅮㧛㘹㧩㻨㹥䚪䅮䔸䲡㹥䛜

㼻䔸䁀㹥㭲㧛㽺㭲䅮䚪䑇㧛㹥䁀㘹䔸䔸䛜䑇㼻㧩䅮䲡䛜䢓㻨䲡㹥㭲䑇䁀㹥—㧛䠻䡰㒾䅮㹥䠻䠻䠻㹥䚪㧛䑇䁀㹥㧛䅮䁀㧛䰎䲡㧈䰎䔸䑇䲧䲡㧈䩽䰎䢓㭲䑇䠻㹥㭲䅮䒖䡰㧛䩽㹥䠻䠻㧛㭲㧩㘹㬌㧛䁀㘹㧛䲡䢓㧩㧛㹥䩽㭲㧛䡰㹥䲡䅮䚪䁀䬉㧩㻨䡰㪥㪥䲧䅮䢓䲡䩽㭲䔸㘹䬉䔸㘹䢓䲡䔸䢓䁀䬉㹥㧩㭲㧛䔸䑇䲡䢓㘹䔸䢓䔸䚪㧛㹥䅮䲡䢓㧛㹥䚪䔸䅮䌀䢓㭲㭲㼻䚪㹥㭲䠻㱂䩽㼻㧛䢓㭲䬉䚪㧛㻨䅮㭲䍌㹥䢓㧛䲡㘹䢓䡅䔸㹥䚪㧛䰎䑇䩽䲡㭲㧛䅮㱂㧛䁀䲡㧩䲡䛜䁀䰎䠻䰎㹥䚪㧛䛜㧈䔸䔸㹥䅮㼻䲡䩽䚪㧩㹥

㗔䚪㧛䢓㧩㻨㱂䁀䲡㹥㧛㼻䲡䠻㧛㧩㱂㹥㻨䩽䚸㼻㭲㱂㧛㘹㧩㻨䚪䲡䢓㘹䠻䔸䢓䲡䢓䲡㱂㧈㭲䢓䲡䢓㘹䠻㹥䔸䔸㘹䛜 “䙢䔸䢓䢓䲡䬉䅮䲡䲧䲡䠻㧩䔸㧈㧛䩽” 䚸䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䠻䁀㭲㱂㱂㭲䢓䬉㹥䚪㧛䰎㭲䬉䲡䅮㧛㹥㹥㧛䲧㧛㹥㼻㧛㧛䢓㧩㻨䁀㭲㱂䠻䛜 “㽺䚪㭲䠻㧩㧛䲡䁀㼻䲡䠻㒾䡰䠻㹥… 㼻䔸㼻䛜”

䣛㭲㧩䠻㧩㭲䁀㧛㘹䛜 “䙢䁀䲡㘹㻨䔸䡰䁀㭲㧈㧛㘹㭲㹥䛜”

䁀㹥䬉䚪㭲㽺䚪㧛䅮㧛䲡䢓䲡㧛䠻㧩䔸䢓䁀㻨䚪㧛㹥䬉䰎䲡㭲䢓䚪㹥䰎䬉䲡䅮㘹䢓㭲䚪㹥㧛㧛䅮㧛㼻䚪䰎㼻䲡㘹㹥㧛䢓㭲㭲䢓䲡䂩㒾㹥䠻䡰㹥䚪㧛䢓䲡㧛䁀㧛㘹䔸䅮䑇䚸㧛㽺䠻㧛䅮䚪㹥㧛䅮䲡䰎㧛㧈㘹䰎㧩䅮䔸䑇䬉䁀䠻䁀㭲䢓㱂㭲䔸䠻㧩㧈㧛䲡㼻㻨—㱂䲡䢓㧛䔸㹥䚪㭲㹥䚪㧛䰎㘹㧛䲡䢓䰎䚪䛜㧛䠻㹥䚪㹥㧛䢓䔸㧛㱂㹥㭲䑇䅮䠻㭲㹥䠻䚪䚪䅮䲡䬉䢓㼻㘹㭲䢓䚪㽺㧛㧛䡰㘹䚪䅮䠻䲡㧛䲡䅮䛜㹥㭲䚪㼻䰎㧛㧈㭲䢓㹥䚪䲡㼻䑇㧛㘹䢓䲡䢓㭲㭲㘹䬉䢓㹥䚪䬉㧛㭲䁀䩽䅮䢓䁀㱂䲡䩽㧛䛜䲡㼻䍌䠻䑇䅮䲧㧛㧛䔸䢓䬉䚪㧛䔸䡰䚪㹥㧛㧛㧛䰎䲡㱂䠻䛜㱂㧛䩽㧛㘹㧩㻨䲡㼻䠻㱂㹥䛜㭲㧛㭲䁀㧈䔸㹥䢓㭲䠻䠻㱂㹥㧛㧛䁀䲡㧩䑇䡰䔸㹥䅮䢓䰎䩽㧛㹥䚪㧛䲡䲡㧛䠻䢓䬉㭲䔸㘹䛜䁀䰎䠻䢓䔸㭲㧩䚪㧛㹥䬉䚪䠻䠻䩽㭲䔸㭲㘹㼻㼻䢓䲡䚪䩽䠻䅮㱂㭲㹥䚪㹥䬉㭲䡰䠻㹥㧛䔸㘹㘹㭲䑇䰎㧛㧈䁀

䌀䅮䔸㧩㼻䚪㧛䅮㧛䚸䠻㹥䔸䔸㘹䩽䚸䰎䔸䡰䁀㘹䠻㹥㭲䁀䁀䠻㧛㧛㹥䚪㧛䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮䠻—㽺䔸㧩䚪䲡㘹㒾䔸㭲䢓㧛㘹㹥䚪㧛㧩䢓䔸㼻䩽㹥䲡䁀㧈㭲䢓䬉䩽䁀䲡䡰䬉䚪㭲䢓䬉䩽䣛㭲㧩㹥䔸㱂㱂㭲䢓䬉䔸䑇䑇㧛䍌㧛䅮㻨䔸䢓㧛’䠻䬉䁀䲡䠻䠻䛜㽺㧛䠻䠻䲡’䠻䍌䔸㭲䰎㧛䅮䔸䠻㧛䲡䢓㘹䑇㧛䁀䁀䲡䲧䔸䍌㧛㹥䚪㧛䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮䠻䩽㼻䚪㭲䁀㧛㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛㒾䡰䠻㹥䠻㧩㭲䅮㧈㧛㘹䩽䰎䚪㭲䢓䔸䢓䚪㧛䅮䚪䲡䢓㘹䛜

䚸䠻㧩䔸㧈㧛㘹䡰䢓㹥㭲䁀㹥䚪㧛䰎㭲䬉䲡䅮㧛㹥㹥㧛䲧䡰䅮䢓㧛㘹䁀䔸㼻䩽㼻䲡㹥䰎䚪㭲䢓䬉䔸䡰㹥䠻㭲㘹㧛䑇䔸䅮䲡䲧㭲㹥䩽㹥䚪㧛䢓䑇䁀㭲䰎㧈㧛㘹㭲㹥䔸䡰㹥㹥䚪㧛㼻㭲䢓㘹䔸㼻䲡䢓㘹䠻䚪䡰㹥㭲㹥䲡䬉䲡㭲䢓䩽䠻㧛䲡䁀㭲䢓䬉㹥䚪㧛㼻䲡䅮㧩㹥䚪䲧䲡䰎㧈㭲䢓䛜

㧛䲡䲧䍌䔸䅮㘹䚪䡰㧛䲧䠻䅮䁀䲡㻨㧛䲡㘹䑇㭲䢓䬉㭲䁀䁀㘹㧛㧩䔸䍌䢓䔸㭲䬉䬉㧛䚪㹥䁀㼻䠻䲡䁀䚪㧛㹥䠻㭲䚪䠻䡰䰎䔸䢓㘹㻨㹥㧛’䚪䢓䲡㘹䲡䠻㼻䲡䔸㭲䢓㹥䰎䲡䅮㧛䛜㹥㱂㧛㹥䚪䅮㧛㭲䑇䠻㧩䔸䔸䚪㱂䲡䔸㧛䅮䩽䍌䔸䔸䅮㧩䛜䚪㹥㧛䔸㹥䠻䑇㹥䔸䢓䅮㭲䲡㧈㼻䁀㘹㧛䲡㽺䚪㧛䬉㘹䢓䑇䅮㭲㭲㹥䲡䠻㘹䅮䢓㧛䡰㹥䩽䚸㗔䚪㧛䢓䔸䰎䁀䠻㧛㹐䛜䲡㧩㧛䢓䠻㭲䚪㧛䅮䰎䔸䚪䰎䡰㧛㭲䚪㼻䬉䩽㹥䠻䡰䛜㹥䚪㧛䁀㭲㭲䍌䢓䬉䑇䔸䡰㘹䅮㧛䢓㭲䬉䲡䢓䠻䲡㹥㽺䚪㧛㧛䲧㘹㧛㭲䠻䲡㹥㭲䢓䑇䔸䩽㹥䬉䅮䠻䢓䑇䔸䔸䅮㻨㧩䚸䠻䁀㧛㧩䁀㧩䚪㘹䲡䅮㧛㧩㧛䚪㧛㹥㼻䚪㭲㹥㘹㧛㘹㱂㱂㭲㹥䚪㧛䁀㱂䰎䲡㧛㧈䢓䢓䠻䬉㭲㭲䬉䔸䁀㼻䬉䠻㭲䁀㹥䚪㻨䁀㹥䲡䚪㹥

䣛㭲㧩䰎䁀䲡㱂㱂㧛㘹䚪㧛䅮䚪䲡䢓㘹䠻䩽䬉䅮㭲䢓㼻㭲㘹㧛䲡䠻䠻䚪㧛㱂䔸㱂㱂㧛㘹䡰㱂䑇䅮䔸㧩㹥䚪㧛䰎䔸䡰䰎䚪䛜 “䓘䁀䅮㭲䬉䚪㹥䩽䁀㧛㹥’䠻㼻㭲䢓㧛䡰㱂㧩䔸䅮㧛䛜”

“㴦㧛㧛䅮䑇䔸䅮㧩㧛䩽” 䚸䠻䲡㭲㘹䩽䠻㭲䢓㧈㭲䢓䬉㘹㧛㧛㱂㧛䅮㭲䢓㹥䔸㹥䚪㧛䰎䡰䠻䚪㭲䔸䢓䠻䩽䁀㧛䬉䠻㧈㭲䰎㧈㧛㘹䔸䡰㹥䛜 “㗔㭲䢓㧛’䠻䢓䔸㹥㧩㻨㘹㧛䲡䁀䛜”

㧛䚪䅮”㿮䡰䍌䔸㧛’㹥䚪䲡㹥䠻㧛䅮䚪䔸䡰㘹䁀䲧䅮㭲䚪䬉䡰䠻䢓䲡䠻㧛㧩㭲䢓䲡䅮㧩䅮䩽㧛㹥䠻㽺㧛䠻䲡䠻㭲㭲䔸䍌—㧈䲧䩽䢓䬉㧛㧩䠻㧛㹥䰎㧛㘹㧛㭲㹥䍌㧛䡰䔸㻨䁀䅮䛜䑇䠻䔸䚪䔸㧈䠻㧩䢓䅮㹥㧛㹥䬉㭲䡰㘹䛜㧛㘹䡰”㹥䅮䠻䢓䩽㘹䔸㧛䔸䩽㭲㼻㘹䢓㼻䔸䬉㹥䠻䲡䬉䢓䅮㭲㹥㹥䔸䛜㧛䲡㘹䚪㧛䔸䠻㧩䅮㻨䲡䢓㭲䚪䅮㧛䠻㭲䬉䁀㱂䡰㧩䢓㧛㹥䩽䢓䢓㧛㭲䠻㹥䚸’䠻䁀䅮䲧䲡㻨䲧㱂䔸㹥䠻䚪㭲䠻䠻䠻㜺㘹䲡䲡㘹㱂㧛㧛䠻㭲䢓㹥䬉䲡䲡㹥㧛䚪䚪䠻㧛䔸䡰㹥

䚸䁀㧛㹥䔸䡰㹥䲡䁀䔸㼻䰎䚪䡰䰎㧈䁀㧛䩽㹥㭲㱂㱂㭲䢓䬉㹥䚪㧛䲧㧛㧛䅮䲧䔸㹥㹥䁀㧛㭲䢓䚪㧛䅮㘹㭲䅮㧛䰎㹥㭲䔸䢓䛜 “㽺䚪䲡㹥’䠻䲡䠻䔸䁀㭲㘹䍌㭲䲧㧛䩽䅮㭲䬉䚪㹥䥦”

“㦪䚪䚪䩽䢓䔸㹥䅮㧛䲡䁀䁀㻨䩽” 㹐䲡䠻㧩㭲䢓㧛㱂㭲㱂㧛㘹䡰㱂䑇䅮䔸㧩㹥䚪㧛䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮㧛䢓㘹䔸䑇㹥䚪㧛䰎䔸䡰䰎䚪䛜 “䣛㭲䢓㘹䲡䲧䅮䔸䔸㘹㭲䢓䬉䩽䲧䡰㹥㼻䚪䲡㹥㧛䍌㧛䅮䑇䁀䔸䲡㹥䠻㻨䔸䡰䅮䲧䔸䲡㹥䛜”

䩽㻨㧛㰿”䲡䅮㧛䣛㧩㭲䚪䲡㹥㹥㹥䔸㹥㧛䚪”㬥䰎㹥䍌㧛㹥㧛㭲㧛䠻㹥䠻䬉䢓㭲䠻䔸䬉㹥䛜䅮㭲”㧩㧛㭲㧈㼻䢓䁀䓘䁀㧩㹥㻨㻨䠻䅮㧛㧛䠻䚪䅮㘹㧛䑇䬉㭲䛜’䚸㧩䢓㭲䔸㹥䢓㘹䲡㹥㭲䩽”䲡䠻㘹㭲䲡䩽䠻䡰㧛䲡䠻䢓㧛䅮㹥㘹䛜䚪䔸㹥

㽺䔸㧩䩽䠻㱂䅮䲡㼻䁀㧛㘹㭲䢓㹥䚪㧛䲡䅮㧩䰎䚪䲡㭲䅮䩽䠻䒖䡰㭲䢓㹥㧛㘹䲡㹥㧩㧛䁀㭲㧈㧛䚪㧛㼻䲡䠻㹥䅮㻨㭲䢓䬉㹥䔸䰎䅮䲡䰎㧈䲡䰎䔸㘹㧛䛜 “㰿䔸䁀㘹䡰㱂䩽㧩䲡䢓䛜㬥㭲㘹㻨䔸䡰㘹䔸䠻䔸㧩㧛㹥䚪㭲䢓䬉㹥䔸㻨䔸䡰䅮䑇䲡䰎㧛䥦㡻㼻㧛䲡䅮㻨䔸䡰䁀䔸䔸㧈㧛㘹㘹㭲䑇䑇㧛䅮㧛䢓㹥䁀䲡䠻㹥㹥㭲㧩㧛䚸䠻䲡㼻㻨䔸䡰䛜”

䚸䠻䚪䅮䡰䬉䬉㧛㘹䩽㱂䁀䲡㻨㭲䢓䬉㭲㹥䔸䑇䑇㼻㭲㹥䚪䲡䠻㭲㱂䔸䑇䲧㧛㧛䅮䛜 “㹐䡰䠻㹥䠻㧈㭲䢓䰎䲡䅮㧛䛜䓘䢓㘹䩽䡰䚪䩽㧈㧛㧛㱂㭲䢓䬉䲡䢓㧛㻨㧛䔸䢓㧩㻨㼻㧛㭲䬉䚪㹥䛜㿮䔸䡰㧈䢓䔸㼻䩽䠻㹥䲡㻨㭲䢓䬉䠻䚪䲡䅮㱂䛜”

䠻㧛㧩㭲䲡㹐䢓䩽䠻䚪㧛㭲䬉㘹䅮䡰㭲䢓䢓䬉䢓㹥䲡㧛䬉㹥䢓䲡䩽㭲䣛㧩䚸䔸㻨䡰䲧䅮䡰䢓㘹䲡䥦㧛㧩”㧛䩽㿮䲡䚪㧛㧩䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮䲡㹥䚪㹥䛜䑇䛜”䔸䑇䬉䢓㭲㧈㱂䔸㭲䠻䚪㹥䲡㹥䅮䬉㧩䲡䚪䔸㹥䠻䰎䛜䲡䚪㹥㹥䲡㰿㘹㹥䔸㘹㧛䠻㹥㧛䅮䠻㭲㹥䔸䢓䔸䚪䡰䅮䢓㧛㧛㘹

䣛㭲㧩䠻㹥䅮䡰㹥㹥㧛㘹䲧䲡䰎㧈䩽䲡䰎䔸䁀㘹䲧㧛㧛䅮㭲䢓䔸䢓㧛䚪䲡䢓㘹䩽㼻㭲䢓㧛䲧䔸㹥㹥䁀㧛䠻㼻㭲䢓䬉㭲䢓䬉㭲䢓㹥䚪㧛䔸㹥䚪㧛䅮䛜 “䙢㭲䅮䁀䩽㻨䔸䡰䬉䔸㹥㹥䲡䁀㧛㹥㻨䔸䡰䅮䠻㧛䁀䑇䚪䲡䍌㧛䰎䚪㧛䲡㹥㘹䲡㻨䠻䛜㰷㭲䍌㧛䲡䁀㭲㹥㹥䁀㧛䛜” 㡻䚪㧛䚪䲡䢓㘹㧛㘹㧩㧛㹥䚪㧛䲧㧛㧛䅮䩽䔸䡰䅮䑇㭲䢓䬉㧛䅮䠻䲧䅮䡰䠻䚪㭲䢓䬉䑇䔸䅮䲡䠻㧛䰎䔸䢓㘹䁀䔸䢓䬉㧛䅮㹥䚪䲡䢓㹥䚪㧛㻨䢓㧛㧛㘹㧛㘹㹥䔸䩽䚪㧛䅮㧛㻨㧛䠻䰎䲡㹥䰎䚪㭲䢓䬉㧩㭲䢓㧛㼻㭲㹥䚪䲡䒖䡰㭲䰎㧈䩽㧈䢓䔸㼻㭲䢓䬉䬉䁀㭲䢓㹥䛜

䚸䁀㧛䲡䢓㧛㘹䲧䲡䰎㧈䩽㹥䔸䔸㧈䲡䁀䔸䢓䬉㱂䡰䁀䁀䑇䅮䔸㧩㹥䚪㧛䲧䔸㹥㹥䁀㧛䩽䲡䢓㘹㻨䲡㼻䢓㧛㘹㼻㭲㘹㧛䛜㦪䲡䅮䁀㻨䲡䠻㭲㹥㼻䲡䠻䩽㹥䚪㧛㘹䲡㻨䚪䲡㘹㧩㧛䲧㧛䲡㹥—㘹䅮㭲䍌㭲䢓䬉䲡䁀䁀䔸䍌㧛䅮㹥䔸㼻䢓䔸䢓㹥䚪䔸䠻㧛䲧䡰䠻㹥㧛㘹㜺䲡䠻䠻䅮䔸䲡㘹䠻㹥䚪䲡㹥䅮䲡㹥㹥䁀㧛㘹㹥䚪㧛䰎䲡䅮䁀㭲㧈㧛䲡㹥㭲䢓䰎䲡䢓䛜㽺䚪㭲䠻䅮㭲㘹㧛㼻䲡䠻䢓’㹥䲧䡰㭲䁀㹥䑇䔸䅮㹥䚪䲡㹥䠻䚪㭲㹥䩽䲡䢓㘹㧩㻨䲧䲡䰎㧈㼻䲡䠻䠻䰎䅮㧛䲡㧩㭲䢓䬉䲡䲧䔸䡰㹥㭲㹥䛜

䢓䲧㻨䔸䔸㘹䩽㧛㧩㭲䁀㧛㧈䠻㧛䲡㘹㧈䅮㺁䑇䔸䲡㭲䢓䑇䔸䲡㭲㹥䔸䢓䰎㭲㹥㹥㭲䚪㧛㽺䢓㹥䚪㭲

㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺

䆡䡰㧛䠻㹥䓘䍌䲡㭲䁀䲡䲧䁀㧛

㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺㜺

㽺㭲㹥䁀㧛㺁㦪䲡䠻㻨㬥䔸㧛䠻䚸㹥

㽺䲡䠻㧈㺁㰿䲡䍌㧛䲡䑇䔸䡰䅮䠻䔸㧩㧛

㼻䲡㘹䂩䅮㧛㺁㢿䘃䫎㦪䭙䑣

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Chapter 93: Chapter 93
A foursome? What the actual fuck? My brain short-circuited, beer halfway to my lips. Jasmine and Tessa were already down for wild shit—hell, they’d just tag-teamed me in the car like it was no big deal. But Kim? She’d probably laugh, say “what the fuck,” and tell us to get lost. And where? We were in the middle of nowhere. No way she’d go for it.

But damn, 120 experience points? That was a fat reward, dangling like a carrot I couldn’t ignore. My pulse kicked up, part nerves, part something dirtier, the beer doing a shit job of keeping me chill.

Tom’s phone buzzed loud, cutting through the room’s hum. He sighed, hauling himself up. “Gotta take this—Mom again. Sorry, guys.”

“Everything cool?” Tessa asked, tilting her head, concern flickering in her eyes.

“Yeah, just… personal stuff.” Tom’s voice was tight, like he was carrying more than he let on. “I’ll be upstairs. Won’t be long.”

“No worries,” I said, nodding toward his glass on the table. “Hey, you forgot your drink.”

He doubled back from the stairs, snagged the glass with a quick “thanks,” and gave me a small nod before heading up. Footsteps thumped, then a door clicked shut. Whatever was going on with his mom sounded heavy. Poor dude.

And just like that, I was alone with three absolute stunners. Never thought I’d land in a spot like this—felt like some fever-dream fantasy, not real life. My blood was humming, the beer loosening me up, that quest notification still burning a hole in my brain.

I took another swig, the cold beer grounding me as my mind raced. A foursome? No way I could just pitch that without it blowing up. Kim wasn’t like the other two—she’d need convincing, or at least some serious charm. But the way she kept catching my eye, that spark in her smile… maybe she wasn’t as far out of reach as I thought. I shifted on the couch, trying to play it cool while my dick was already half-awake, traitorous bastard.

“So,” Kim said, breaking the silence, her voice light but with an edge that made my spine straighten. “You surviving out here, Evan? Or you missing the city already?”

I grinned, leaning forward, elbows on my knees. “Surviving? Barely. These roads are trash, and this cabin’s got me feeling like I’m in a horror flick. But you three? Making it real easy to stick around.”

Jasmine’s laugh cut through the haze, sharp and a little slurred. “Smooth talker, ain’t he?” she purred, leaning back, her foot nudging Kim’s thigh. “I taught him that.”

“And me,” Tessa giggled, her head lolling against my shoulder, wine glass tipping dangerous in her hand. “Right, magic boy?”

Shit. The alcohol was running their mouths now. In the car, we’d sworn to keep our thing under wraps—no spilling to Kim about the wild shit we’d pulled. But here they were, flapping lips like it was open mic night. Worse, they had no clue I was banging Kim too—right in front of Tom, no less. My stomach twisted. I had to shut this down before Kim caught wise or the whole house turned into a soap opera.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, feeling Kim’s drunk eyes boring into me like lasers. I raised my beer, voice forced light. “Let’s just drink, huh? Chill vibes only.”

“Drink we… drink,” Tessa mumbled, words sloppy, her free hand waving like she was conducting an orchestra. “This wine’s so damn good.”

Jasmine nodded, her laugh bubbling up too loud. “It is! It’s… winederful.” She cackled at her own pun, nearly spilling her glass on the couch.

I shook my head, dragging both hands down my face. There went my shot at that quest. Foursome? Fucking pipe dream now. I wasn’t some knight in shining armor, but no way was I touching drunk girls—too messy, too wrong. Goddamn, if that quest had popped up earlier, maybe I’d have had a chance to steer things smooth. Now? Just a room full of tipsy giggles and bad decisions waiting to happen.

The conversation drifted, sloppy and aimless—Jasmine ranting about some TikTok drama, Tessa trying to explain why cats were better than dogs but losing her train of thought halfway through. Kim kept topping off her wine, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy but sharp when they flicked my way. Then, out of nowhere, Jasmine leaned forward, grinning like a kid with a secret.

“Y’know, Kim,” she slurred, pointing a wobbly finger at her. “In your car? Evan got a footjob from me. Like, full-on, toes and all. Right on your seat.”

Kill me.

Kim’s jaw dropped, wine glass freezing halfway to her lips. “Wait, what? In my car?”

I choked on my beer, coughing hard. “Jas, what the hell—”

Tessa cackled, sprawling back on the couch, one leg kicking up. “Oh, yeah. We’ve had threesomezz with him, Kim. Like, all the time. Evan’s fingers? Goddamn magic. Made me cum, like, ten times in five minutes. Swear his hands should be illegal.”

“Girls, enough,” I snapped, voice tight, heat crawling up my neck. My jeans were already feeling snug, their words hitting like a match to dry grass. “You all are drunk. Chill.”

Kim’s eyes narrowed, but her lips curled slow, like she was in on a game I hadn’t clocked yet. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, wine sloshing a little. “Hold up. Evan, you didn’t tell me you were playing with them. Meanwhile, you’ve been fucking me raw—right in front of Tom, too. Like when you get all rough, pinning me down, making me scream your name. I’m into that shit.”

My dick twitched hard, betraying me as the room spun hotter, their words piling like kindling. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, Tessa’s mouth hung open, and for a second, the air crackled with something new—something dangerous. I shifted, trying to hide the growing bulge, heart slamming. “Okay, let’s pump the brakes—”

But Kim wasn’t done. She leaned back, smirking, her voice dropping low. “Y’know, we’re all here. No Tom, no rules. Just us… and you. Ever thought about it? All of us, tangled up, sweaty, making this shitty cabin something to remember?”

Jasmine’s grin turned wicked, catching the vibe like a spark. “Oh, shit, yeah. Can you imagine? All three of us on you, Evan. Hands, mouths… everything.”

Tessa hiccuped, giggling, but her eyes were half-lidded, already drifting. “Mmm, bet he’d love it. Our boy’s got stamina…”

I swallowed hard, cock straining now, the quest flashing in my head like a taunt—120 EXP, so close I could taste it. They were circling the idea, not quite saying it, but the heat in their stares screamed foursome. My brain screamed back: they’re drunk, dumbass.

“Y’all are smashed,” I said, voice rough, trying to laugh it off. “Why couldn’t you pitch this when you were sober? Fucking drunkards.”

Kim laughed, low and throaty, setting her glass down. Then, slow as sin, she grabbed her own tits through her tank top, squeezing them together, nipples poking through the fabric. “Sober, drunk, whatever. Let’s have some fun, Evan. You, me, them… let’s make a mess.”

Jasmine slid closer, her hand landing hot on my thigh, fingers inching toward my crotch. “Come on, big guy. Fuck us. Take us. You know you want to—pin us down, make us beg for that dick.”

I groaned low, head tipping back, the room spinning with their voices and the beer buzzing in my veins. But then I glanced at Tessa—sprawled across the other couch, eyes closed, soft snores already slipping out. Dead to the world.

Jasmine caught it too, her laugh sharp and wobbly. “Oh, shit, Tessa’s out!” She pushed up, trying to stumble toward her, but her legs betrayed her—knees buckling, body tipping hard. I lunged, catching her just before her head cracked the coffee table, arms hooked under hers.

“Whoa, easy, Jas.”

She giggled, limp in my grip, as I eased her down to the floor, propping her against the couch. Her head lolled, eyes fluttering shut, a sloppy smile still on her lips. “You’re… blegh.”

Kim sighed, slumping back, her hands falling from her chest. “Aw, damn. Everyone’s passing out. Evan, you’re so boring. Could’ve been epic.”

I didn’t bite, just shook my head, chest tight with a mix of relief and frustration. No way I was touching this—not like this. They were too far gone, and my conscience wasn’t that flexible. I stood, legs stiff, and headed for the kitchen, muttering, “Gonna grab some air.”

The kitchen window squeaked as I shoved it open, cool night breeze cutting through the booze haze. I fished a smoke from my pocket, lit it quick, and took a deep drag, the burn grounding me. Leaning on the counter, I replayed the night in my head—Jasmine’s feet, Tessa’s tongue, Kim’s dirty confession, that almost-offer of a foursome. My dick was still half-hard, pissed at me for walking away, but my head was clear. No drunk hookups. Not my style. The quest could wait—120 EXP wasn’t worth crossing that line.

The cigarette burned down fast, ash flicked into the sink. I stubbed it out, exhaling long, and trudged back to the living room. Kim and Jasmine were out cold now, sprawled on the floor like a pair of toppled mannequins—Kim curled on her side, one arm flung over Jasmine, who was snoring soft, her legs tangled in a throw blanket. Empty wine glasses and my beer bottle littered the table, the room heavy with the sweet-sour stink of alcohol and fading tension.

I stood there a minute, watching them sleep, the weight of the night settling heavy. Quest or no quest, I’d dodged a bullet. But damn, the what if still lingered, hot and sharp.

“Come on, girls,” I muttered, exhaling hard. “Let’s get you to your rooms.”